Early the next morning, Mu Wufeng got up early to prepare for his trip, as the young sect master of this Sword God Sect, he naturally couldn't let people underestimate the Sword God Sect.

This annual pulse measurement conference held in the Sword God Sect was one of the most lively events in the central continent of the Sword Qi Continent.

The reason why the Sword God Sect held the Central Continent's Pulse Measurement Conference was because the Sword God Sect was the only sect left by the Sword God Lord in history, and the Sword God Sect naturally had this qualification.

And this annual pulse measurement conference will gather the largest number of young top talents in the Central Continent, attracting the three major sects to compete for the first time, after all, the injection of quality fresh blood will make a sect can maintain its competitiveness for a long time.

Mu Wufeng put the pendant that his father had given him around his neck, and brought a storage ring engraved with a tiger. He felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't say why.

"What the hell is going to happen? I hope I'm wrong. Mu Wufeng comforted himself.

Mu Wufeng didn't think much about it anymore, walked out of his room, looked at the huge pulse measuring stone in the distance of the sect, and couldn't help but sigh. This huge vein stone is said to have been mined and moved by the sword god himself, and it has survived hundreds of thousands of years of wind and rain, and it is still unmoving. This boulder seems to be the embodiment of the sword god, tenacious and tenacious, unyielding.

He also wants to become the supreme sword god, proud of the world, and protect thousands of people.

It wasn't too early, Mu Wufeng slowly walked to the main hall of the Sword God Sect where Mu Hu was, ready to set off with Mu Hu.

Mu Hu saw Mu Wufeng walk into the main hall, a snow-white robe reflected his slender body, and his dark and capable short hair showed his sunny and handsome face.

Mu Hu couldn't help but sigh: "Feng'er has indeed grown up a little." ”

When Mu Wufeng walked into Mu Hu's side, Mu Hu quietly said to Mu Wufeng: "Feng'er, you haven't forgotten your father's agreement with you, have you?"

Mu Wufeng smiled and replied, "I haven't forgotten, Dad, I'm mentally prepared." ”

Mu Hu touched Mu Wufeng's head and said with a smile: "Feng'er, I'll accompany my father to the pulse measurement conference today." ”

Generally speaking, to reach the realm of a sword saint like Wood Tiger, you don't need to rush like an ordinary swordsman at all, you only need a thought to tear the space apart, and you can instantly reach the place you want to go.

And today is different, he wants to accompany Mu Wufeng for a while, and slowly finish his last journey with Mu Wufeng.

After half an hour, Mu Hu and Mu Wufeng came to a row of seats next to the boulder, which was the position where the three sect masters and the young sect masters could sit, reflecting their dignity.

There was already a long queue around this vein measuring stone, and Mu Wufeng estimated that the number of people who came to participate in the vein measuring conference this time was even more than in previous years, and could even reach the level of hundreds of thousands.

There was an old man next to the vein measuring stone, who was also an elder of the Sword God Sect, and said in a low tone, "Now I announce that the vein measuring conference has officially begun. Everyone came up in groups of ten to measure the pulse in the order they were arranged. To measure the pulse, you only need to place your palm on the pulse measuring stone, and the sword qi is running in your body. The measured sword veins will be displayed on this giant screen. ”

I saw that the elder waved his sleeves slightly, and a huge glass light screen condensed in the sky, which was very magical.

After hearing the order of the Elder of the Sword God Sect, the pulse surveyors who had already lined up in order were conducting pulse measurements in groups in an orderly manner. Mu Wufeng was in the second group, and after the Sword God Sect Elder gave the order, he walked into his own group and waited for the pulse measurement.

"The second group. The Sword God Sect Elder's deep voice sounded.

Mu Wufeng and the other nine people boarded the pulse measurement platform. The palms of the ten people were attached to the pulse stone at the same time, and the sword qi was running with all their strength in their bodies.

Mu Wufeng heard a wave of boos around the Pulse Measuring Stone, and he guessed that it was because of himself.

He looked at the glass light screen in the sky and suddenly appeared: Mu Wufeng, blue mid-grade sword vein.

Mu Wufeng didn't care, he shook his head and walked towards Mu Hu, and he also heard everyone's discussion about his blue mid-grade sword vein.

"This young sect master of the Sword God Sect, who is rumored to be a peerless genius, is actually a blue mid-grade sword vein?"

"That's right, this makes people laugh off their big teeth, and look at that wooden tiger's face has turned iron. ”

"yes, hahaha, that's interesting. ”

Mu Wufeng naturally heard these rumors, but just like he said to Mu Hu, he was already mentally prepared.

He walked back to the row of seats and saluted the wooden tiger.

Mu Hu sighed and said, "Feng'er, you go back first, this pulse measuring father is here." ”

Mu Wufeng didn't stay any longer, and turned around and was about to walk back to the Sword God Sect.

At that moment, he heard bursts of joking laughter in his ears.

"Wufeng Xian nephew, this sword vein is not important, after all, you have such a powerful father, even if you are a fool, your father can use the heavenly and earthly treasures to pile up your cultivation. ”

This voice was made by Wang Xing, the sect master of the Northern Underworld Sword Sect.

And how could Mu Wufeng not hear the banter in his words, but he didn't bother with this Wang Xing, but said to Wang Xing with a smile: "Thank you Uncle Wang for comforting, I still know what level the little nephew is." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the inside of the Sword God Sect.

Mu Wufeng left the bustling Pulse Measurement Conference Center and walked onto a relatively quiet path. His uneasiness became more and more obvious, but it was not caused by what he had just expected, but something else.

At this moment, a black figure flashed in front of Mu Wufeng's eyes, and Mu Wufeng only felt a big hand slap heavily on his neck, and he fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

On the face of this black figure, there is a mustache, and the majestic momentum exudes from the inside out. This person is the Holy Sword Sect Sect Master who agreed with Mu Hu four years ago to take care of Mu Wufeng for him, Ding Chunqiu.

Then, Ding Chunqiu's heart moved, and he tore apart a piece of space in his hand. Before leaving, Na Ding Chunqiu also arched his hand heavily to the Mu Hu who was in the center of the pulse measurement conference in the distance, and said, "Brother Mu, I have the honor to make friends with you as a brother in this life. Please rest assured, I will do my best to cultivate Feng'er and treat him as my own own son. ”

After speaking, Ding Chunqiu disappeared into this area with the unconscious Mu Wufeng.

And Mu Hu naturally sensed that Ding Chunqiu had succeeded, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the two sect masters of the Northern Darkness Sword Sect and the Sword Puppet Sect did not notice Mu Wufeng's movements. After all, a waste young sect master with a blue mid-grade sword vein was not qualified to attract their attention at all, because in this world, strength has always been respected.

When it was almost evening, a huge dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, and the thunder and lightning flashed in this dark cloud, which was very terrifying.

The elder who presided over the pulse-measuring conference noticed the abnormality and said to the swordsman who was still waiting for the pulse-measuring meeting, "This is the end of today's pulse-measuring conference, and the swordsmen who have not conducted the pulse-measuring conference are invited to come back tomorrow." ”

"Hey, they're all here, how can they go, after all, they're all from our Puppet Sect. Li Chuan, the sect leader of the Sword Puppet Sect, said.

When Mu Hu heard this, his brows furrowed, and he forcibly held back his anger and said, "Hades Puppet Sect, what is this?" ”

That wooden tiger was already holding back his anger, and his tone was naturally not polite.

Wang Xingyin, the sect leader of the Northern Shadow Sword Sect, said with a smile: "This Shadow Puppet Sect is the name of the Northern Shadow Sword Sect and the Sword Puppet Sect Sword God Sect after the merger, Sect Master Wood, you don't know it yet, right?"

After hearing this, Mu Hu burst out of his body with a burst of monstrous sword qi, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this, do you think that my Sword God Sect is afraid of you?"

That Wang Xing also burst out with a burst of cold sword qi and said, "Sect Master Mu, I mean, there will be no need for the Sword God Sect to exist in this Sword Qi Continent in the future. "You have to find the latest chapters by yourself when you read books?